Her destination was Anywhere Else, USA. Truthfully if she could she would leave this good ole USA. Leave behind the responsibilities, the decisions, the work-around-the-clock world. Head held high with eyes blurred by tears un-shed, she stumbled and skinned her knee. She could use some of those band aids left behind. Too late now.
She spotted a family pitching a tent in the park; a baby squealed with delight. She was already missing Bobby’s laughter and the the feel of his chubby legs across her hips. She hoped…..
“No, don’t go there. Mom will take good care of him. Better than I can do with all the hurdles I have to go through.”
“That car must belong to the family. No one is looking. I’ll take it. I’ll leave it so the police can find it easily. But it will give me a rest for a few miles. Nice that I remembered to wear gloves.”
Fate took a turn for the worse at the fork in the road. If she goes left, the car will be too easy to spot. Going right gives her a few more minutes of rest. She goes right. Bridge out.
“Ok, I need to leave the car anyway. Certainly don’t want any car theft charge. Only a little stream. I can jump across. I know there’s an RV park up here before long.”
Near the RV park, two uniformed men, Barry and Jackson, sat filling out paper work, getting ready for the day’s end.
“Look there, Jackson, see that woman limping along the ditch back there. We better see if she needs help.”
“Hello, Lady, checking if you need some help. Looks like you have been having a difficult walk. Got any ID?”
“Yes, here. I’m Jill, Jill Beaver. I’m just going back to my RV. Thanks. I’m right close to home.”
“Thank you,” said Jerry. “You probably need to have someone take care of that messed up knee. Good day.”
Back in the car, the radio signals,
“Found stolen vehicle. Has blood on the seat. Watch out for suspect who may be walking with some kind of bloody wound.”
Two months later the Judge rules:
“Mrs. Beaver, since you have many responsibilities I will make it as easy as I can – one year with time served. A positive note is that your mom seems very capable of giving your baby good care.”
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Thanks to M for prompt Jan. 17 “Fate took a turn for the worse at the fork in the road.”https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/01/01/january-writing-prompts-2/
Thanks to VJ for weekly challenge. Use the word: “destination.” https://onewomansquest.org/2019/01/14/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-31-destination/
Brad said to wait. Jenny read aloud to the sounds of the crashing waves far below. She read the story of the bridegroom coming.*
Seeing her silhouette, Brad crept quietly behind her. Timing was perfect, as he heard her read, “Behold the Bridegroom cometh.” With great love he put his arms around her and whispered, “May I be the bridegroom? Will you be my bride?”
* Matthew 25:6
M’s writing prompt: January 7 “She read aloud to the sounds of the crashing waves far below. https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/01/01/january-writing-prompts-2/
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